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A throne of glory, exalted from the beginning, hath been the place of our sanctuary.

Thou hope of Israel Yahweh, All who forsake thee, shall turn pale, - Yea, all who depart from me, in the ground, shall be written, For they have forsaken a fountain of living water, even Yahweh.

Heal thou me O Yahweh, that I may be healed, Save me that I may be saved, - For, my praise, thou art!

Lo! they, are saying unto me, - Where is the word of Yahweh? Pray thee let it come to pass!

But as for me, I have neither forced myself away from tending the flock after thee, Nor yet for the woeful day, have I longed - thou, knowest, - That which came out of my lips, before thy face, was uttered.

Do not thou become to me a terror, - My refuge, art thou, in the day of calamity.

Let my persecutors, turn pale, hut let not me, turn pale, Let, them, be terrified, but let not, me, be terrified, - Bring thou upon them a day of calamity, And with a double fracture, destroy them.